I demand HHS do something, somewhere, somehow that makes it a law that I receive free Chic-fil-A classic chicken sandwiches and waffle fries.
Because so help me, if my wife makes me eat another goddamn “heart-healthy” Paprika cod fillet and endive salad dinner, I’ma shoot up a fucking Whole Foods, then use my Cold Steel San Mai to start cutting heads off of any dudes wearing sandals.
And yes, Mr Issa. I’d be willing to come before Congress and testify.
You can do anything, but lay offa my blue suede sandals. Uh huh. Thankya very mush.
The way to a man’s freedoms is through his Congress.
Wait; we used to know that?!
I don’t know about you, but I need a slab from City Barbeque along with some greens and an Arnie Palmer. And I want CAIR to pay for it. Just because.
And force them to be open on Sundays and late at night because it’s your RIGHT to eat that meal EVERY DAY!
And they should give you the food for free, or they’re callously denying you your rights.
Give us this day our liquid bread…
I’m with The Monster, I want it on Sunday sometimes too. They have no right not to serve me when and where I want to be served.
BuckIv, frankly, I’m upset I even have to drive there. Why can’t they just bring it to me? Do they know how much of a burden it is for me to drive the 3/4 of a mile to the nearest Chik-Fil-A and then wait 20 minutes in a lunch hour rush drive through line? It’s insane! I could get an embolism!
Good news, Jeff! According to one of our elected betters, birth control is a women’s issue only. So fornicate away!
Just so we understand the scope of the problem we’re solving by discarding the First Amendment, let’s stroll on over to Wal-Mart. Do a $4 Prescription search for Ortho Tri-Cyclen, and you’ll find that evil WalMart hates women so much that the retail, no-insurance-necessary price per month is $9.00.
Bastards. SAVE TEH WIMMENS, MR. PRESIDENT!!!
Don’t look for Big Government to do for you what you should be doing for yourself… Just tell your wife you’re stepping out for awhile to workout at the gym or catch wrestling or whatever.. then hit the local Chic-fil-A … She’ll never know the difference.. provided of course that you floss all the bits of that tasty, tasty fried chicken out from between your teeth.. and of course, blame the increasing waistline on aging..
Where’s my steak and a bj?
My health has needs.
SteveG, that’s March 14.
See… one day a year?
I want my rights
Since I have no reason to need birth control, can I trade my free birth control in for, like, free pints of Haagen-Daas every night of the week?
Because I need that. Desperately. In my life. More than sex.
I am so attracted to the Haagen-Daas.
Me, I need a new car. Preferably a German/Italian/British roadster.
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